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Words

I cuss out my parents like I do anybody else. They’re just regular people after all; They fuck up, they yell, and they make mistakes and I am one of them. I will forever resent them for the gift of being alive, so I tell my father to shut the fuck up. Because he’s loud and obnoxious and gets on my nerves. He is a man in his fifties he should’ve learned how to behave by now, like how I learned to push certain parts of myself down when I was just a little girl. I know I’ll regret my words, when one day 30 years from now my teenage daughter yells at me, tells me I’m a bad mother, and mumbles under her breath that her sister was more of a positive influence than I ever was. Then I’ll know what it is like to be my mother, will finally understand her defensiveness and her tears when we bring up her faults, and maybe then I’ll start treating my parents as people bound to me by more than just blood, maybe then I’ll whisper I’m sorry and won’t feel the need to hear it back.

I'm sorry Mom and Dad

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I hate myself for everything i could have become but didn't

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sorry that i am not enough to anyone

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Poetry is just words people are willing to listen to. So will you listen to me now?